Who are we, who is each one of us, if not a combinatoria of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined?

Every time I must find something to do that will look like something a little beyond my capabilities.

What Romantic terminology called genius or talent or inspiration is nothing other than finding the right road empirically, following one's nose, taking shortcuts.

What harbor can receive you more securely than a great library?

The more one was lost in unfamiliar quarters of distant cities, the more one understood the other cities he had crossed to arrive there.

To fly is the opposite of traveling: you cross a gap in space, you vanish into the void, you accept not being in a place for a duration that is itself a kind of void in time; then you reappear, in a place and in a moment with no relation to the where and when in which you vanished.

You know that the best you can expect is to avoid the worst.